He suddenly remembered that the flowering period was about to end. He brought a few instruments and ran towards the canyon. He saw that there was still half of the Blood Orchids left. He swept them clean and ate some. He squeezed the rest into a container and brought some seeds and fresh Blood Orchids back to the spaceship.
He carefully dripped the blood orchid juice into the observation dish. The screen seemed to be magnified infinitely. He could not understand the cells moving around.
The sharp claws poked at his own flesh, and he quickly used the needle to pick out a drop of blood and placed it on the glass plate.
The cells on the screen were very active. They kept expanding, and the viscous blood became more and thinner. After dripping the blood orchid juice, the blood seemed to boil. A moment later, a flesh-like object took shape.
Shen Ping cursed. Could it be that he could be reborn from a drop of blood? After thinking about it, he decided against it. No matter how much Blood Orchids he needed, he would probably be in a vegetative state with no memories.
He pulled out the plants on the few plant cultivation platforms that were not damaged. He placed some soil from the canyon into a groove and began to analyze it. Although he did not understand it, he knew what it meant. The seeds were placed on the bottom platform. He pressed the switch, and the glass cover began to descend. Then, he began to inject the liquid.
Shen Ping grinned. As long as he succeeded, he would use this spaceship to produce cultivation fluid. Then, wouldn't he be able to eat blood orchids all year round? He planted them in his own graveyard. It was neither cold in winter nor hot in summer. There was not much space to grow them, but there would always be food at other times. If it didn't work out, it would be good to open up a few caves on the cliff. He wasn't worried about the spaceship's energy. This was only a small amount of energy. Interstellar travel could take many years. The Predator's spaceship that had been broken for a hundred years could be restarted. One could imagine the energy.
Shen Ping did the same thing and placed a handful of seeds on each platform. Greed was in his nature, and he found it boring to put one seed at a time.
He turned around and looked at the three intact animal culture containers. He thought about whether he should clone a few of them with his blood. They could also be considered as followers, but he was afraid that they would run out and not listen to his orders.
'I'll do it. I'm alone and strong. Those who use my blood will definitely not be as strong as me. What are you afraid of?' In the animal world, the strong were respected.
He washed his claws and endured the pain as he cut open the flesh. He was getting more and more familiar with his work. He had to be fast. The wound was healing quickly. He picked out a piece of sticky flesh and quickly placed it in a petri dish, and separated a portion to place it on the analysis platform.
He injected a bit of the blood orchid juice and began to operate. The transparent liquid was injected, and the flesh became even more active. He did not look anymore. He did not know how long it would take for it to form. It was hard to say if he would succeed on his first try.
Out of sight, out of mind. He closed the hatch and sat on a rock, fiddling with the gun in his hand. The launcher below fired a metal net. Above it was a kind of paralyzing and hypnotizing creature, a kind of destroying life cells, and an explosive energy that destroyed matter.
He did not understand the gun's energy system either. It was like the shoulder cannon of the Predator. It could still be tested after many years. It was like a particle weapon. The destructive energy could shatter rocks weighing several tons. It was just that it was not as convenient as the shoulder cannon to aim automatically. This thing had to be aimed and activated by itself, so its power was much weaker than the shoulder cannon. It was also very light, probably less than five kilograms. The green-skinned monster was small and thin, so it definitely did not have much strength.
Winter arrived as expected, and food began to run short. Shenping had no choice but to hunt everywhere. The canyon was hundreds of miles away from the spaceship, and it took more than two hours to run for a meal of fish. It took half a day to go back and forth.
The blood orchids in the petri dish had actually bloomed in this cold winter. Usually, it would take many years from sprouting to blooming. Now, they had bloomed in less than two months. It was snowy outside, but he could eat fresh blood orchids. The monotonous winter diet suddenly improved.
There were nearly a hundred blood orchids in each of the five petri dishes. The three animal embryos on the right were slowly growing. The outline of the first one could already be seen. The blood orchids were squeezed and injected into them every day. Either they were not made, or they were made to the best of their abilities. He only ate one or two blood orchids every day to satisfy his craving, and the rest were injected into the culture chamber.
Snow flew everywhere. Shen Ping would come over to take a look every day. He usually lived in a tree hole far away. He did not dare to live in this flying ship. He might be found by the green monster at any time.
Sometimes, when they really couldn't find food to fill their stomachs, they would go back to fish. When they came back, they would bring some with them. The snow-covered jungle was extremely difficult to walk through. If they weren't worried that they wouldn't suffocate to death inside when they grew up and climb out to destroy the spaceship, who would be willing to guard this place?
Fortunately, after he fumbled around, he removed a seat from the caterpillar so that it was not so crowded. It took him a long time to learn how to start, stop, and turn. The caterpillar pushed the accumulated snow and carved out a messy road. No one knew where it led to. For the last dozens of kilometers, Shen Ping drilled through the snow cave.
He had a full meal in the pond and dived into the pond to catch big fish. He cut open the stomachs of the two to three-meter-long multi-fin fish and threw them back into the pond where they were not used to add food to them.
He dragged dozens of frozen fish, which were much slower than before, in the snow. They kept catching things, causing him to stumble when he walked.
It took them half a day to arrive at the caterpillar. They were dragged behind the net and headed toward the volcano.
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